by Monique Rardin Richardson

May feels the showers

from the tears of the world.

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Is it a curse or a blessing

to embody the emotions of all?

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They are one.

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Joy comes and goes until

it's too painful to be the keeper

of many secrets,

and smiles are too few.

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Without thought, she makes it stop.

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And the candle that shines for others

with a whisper blows out, never to be

lit again.

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